Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Christmas Confession, courtesy of Brad from Papa Two Twin Girls

If there's one thing that there is NOT enough of in the blogosphere, in my opinion, it's Daddy bloggers...or, better said, dads who blog.  I love reading about parenting, marriage, and life in general through the eyes of the male gender, especially when he can tell a story like nobody's business, such as  the blogger I'm about to introduce you to.



Meet Brad from Papa Two Twin Girls...not only is he the devoted father of beautiful twin girls, but he is also a loving husband (and hopefully very soon, a published author) with a wicked sense of humor and wit.  If you haven't discovered his blog yet, you are missing out!

I know you'll enjoy reading his Christmas confession just as much as I did...

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For those of you that have followed Helene for any period of time, you already know if she follows your blog she FOLLOWS your blog.  Her comments and posts always have the same feel - they're real and sincere.  She says what she thinks and means what she says - at least that's my interpretation. 

A few weeks ago, I bugged the hell out of her asked her how she had so many followers in such a short time frame.  She had some great advice, and even offered to let me guest blog if I wanted to.  True to form, she said what she thought, and meant it.

Thanks so much, Helene, for letting me share my own confession with your readers.  

I would think it's safe to say that everyone who celebrates Christmas has Christmas memories.  Some are good, some are bad, but all are memories.  Thanks to This Daddy's Blog post for getting me thinking about the past and remembering what I am about to confess.

The jury is out on this one.
When I was young, I was sneaky.  If you've read any of my vacation posts, you've probably realized this is not the confession.  I need to build a little anticipation here, so I'll drag it out as long as I can.

Back in the day I was one of those kids that went hunting through the house to find my presents.  I thought I knew all the hiding places my parents used.  Actually, I did know most of them at one point.

I'm not sure if they got wise to my hunting skills, just started mixing it up on their own, or if they forgot where their hiding spots were, but at some point I stopped finding all of my presents early.  This is probably because they started wrapping the gifts as soon as they got them, which leads me to believe they were onto me.

The only exception to this was the big gifts.  Those I almost always found, until they started hiding them at other people's houses.  Even at a young age I wasn't willing to risk a breaking and entering charge to find my presents, so they were off limits to me.

What is a mischievous kid supposed to do in that instance when all the fun of hunting is taken out of the holiday season?

Here's what I did - I found ways to be alone with the presents.

Sometimes I:

1 - faked an illness so I could stay home from school.
2 - played upstairs by the tree while the rest of the family was downstairs.
3 - came home early from a friend's house when I thought our house would be empty.
4 - grabbed a present and took it to the bathroom.
5 - grabbed a present, hid it in my room, and got up in the middle of the night to check it out.

Sounds like someone had to try to figure out what he was getting before Christmas morning, doesn't it?

I never tried to figure them out.

I simply unwrapped them, saw what I was getting, rewrapped them ever so carefully (being sure the paper that pulled off with the tape went back exactly where it came from), and put them back under the tree.

My work was much better than this.  Amateur.
There's the confession.  I'm sure my mom and dad are going to love finding this little nugget out like this!

Why would I open presents early?  I have no idea.

Maybe I wanted to string out Christmas over the course of a few weeks instead of just one morning.  Maybe I just had to know what I was getting so I could plan out my morning in advance.  Maybe, just maybe, I did it because I wasn't supposed to.

I'd put all my money on that last choice if I were you.

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21 comments:

Nezzy said...

Oh Brad, it was so great to meet ya!!! What a wonderful story.

It reminded me of our Social Butterfly when she was small. She had unwrapped a gift sent by her grandparents. Little Sneaky unwrapped the gift and was so smug in tellin' us all that she knew she'd guessed what was it it.

I carefully unwrapped the package, took out the necklace set and replaced with with rubber fishin' worms packin' it tight enough the worms would come pilein' out when opened.

There Miss Smug sat on our family room floor goin' I know what this is when she tore the paper and those fishin' worm did just what they were trained to do. The box went in the air...worms went everywhere and our sneaky Social Butterfly never unwrapped an early gift again! Heeehehehe!!!

'My bad!!!! :o)

God bless ya and it was sure great to meet ya Brad.

Ya'll have a blessed, bright and beautiful Christmas filled with friends, family and fudge..baby!!! Piles of fudge!!! :o)

Derek Aldrich said...

You Brad are a piece of work, but I like you just the same. Confession is always good for the soul.

Eva Gallant said...

that is funny! One year, I came home from school and no one was home. I unwrapped and rewrapped every one of my presents. (I was about 12 at the time)

Julia said...

My dear, sweet husband,

How did your sneaky, surprise-stealing self ever land such a saintly, honest, kickass wife?

I love you.

Heather said...

I always had to find out what I was getting beforehand too. Luckily, my parents never figured out they needed to wrap them right away :)

Sela Toki said...

You just reminded me of how sneaky I used to be. My children are not half as sneaky as I once was and can never out-sneak me. Great post.

Shelly - Tropical Mum said...

I am a great preserver of the element of surprise. You could put a present in front of me, tell me not to open it until Christmas and I would not even consider TOUCHING it until then.

You can imagine my horror with motherhood at having to buy my own Christmas presents, wrap them and put them under the tree. It's just not right.

Enjoyed this post, Brad. You sneaky thing you.

Rhiannon said...

so very true, love to hear a daddy's side, thanks for introducing us to him! btw, im NEVER doing it twice in one night EVER again! lol ;-)

Karen Peterson said...

Funny! I've heard of kids doing that, but I never had the guts. I just snuck into my mom's closet before she'd had a chance to wrap them.

This Daddy said...

Im glad everyone else is getting to meet Brad who is a kick ass dad. We need more awesome dads. Thanks for the shout out too my man.

trooppetrie said...

last night I wrote on facebook "does anyone else use cereal boxes and duct tape for Christmas boxes"

Emmy said...

I hunted one year too- it was after I knew it all came from my parents and after I found and saw everything I was totally sad and regretted that I did as it took the fun out of it. Heading over to check out his blog.

Olusola said...

Was I the only kid who never actually found where my presents were hidden?

myinnerchick.com said...

---I never, seriously, opened any of my gifts, but I shook the hell out of them!

Nice to meet you, Brad. :))

Jenny said...

That is funny. I never once thought to go look for our gifts. I do remember one year, seeing large black trash bags downstairs in the "work area". We weren't supposed to go over there, but I was looking for something. I remember knowing that it had to be our presents. However, I didn't peek!

Rebecca @ Unexplained X2 said...

Love Daddy bloggers and Brad, you're absolutely right about Helene's comments...she rocks.

I found my presents one year and hated myself all the way through Christmas. I'm pretty sure I ruined that Christmas for myself and my mother basked in that satisfaction. Sometimes it hurts to be a "good girl." Ha...fixed that little "problem" in college, didn't I?

Twins Squared said...

Funny! One of my daughters found one of my main hiding spots this year so now I've made a new spot. We'll see how long I can keep it!

Brad Jenkins said...

Thanks again, Helene, for letting me guest post for you. Also, thanks to everyone that read this, commented, and/or came to visit my little blog.

Quick update - my parents didn't know, until now, that I did this. My mom called me a devious shit.

That's only the third time I've heard her swear in my life.

mykidsmommy said...

I never tried looking. But my husband swears that aresol hairspray will reveal what package is under the wrapping paper and then dries clear with no evidence of looking or re-taping! Hopefully he doesnt tell this secret to our kids until they are grown-up :)

Missy said...

Good to meet you. Any friend of Helene's is a friend of mine. Heading over to follow you now.

championm2000 said...

hahaha....something tells me that you are in for major payback when your two get a little bigger :-)

I figure that if the children are alive when my husband gets home at the end of the day, I've done my job.

----Roseanne Barr



 
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